The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-07-29
JULES VKRKE'S LATEST FARTlST'
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Volsinian shore, and dashes its fury
against the slopes Of the mountains Of
Crimma. The rock bound coast is rent
and riven by the tempestuous billows
that surge and foam along the vast Me-
galocrida Sea,
In the depth of the bay nestles the
little seaport town of Luktrop. It
boasts few hundred houses with green
ish miradors sheltering them from the
winds of the main. and four or five steep
streets that look more like the beds of
q mountain torrent than public thor
oughfares. Not far off smokes the Van
glor, an active volcano, which by day
blenehes forth thick volumes of sulphur
Gus vapor, and bv night fitful floods of
fame. The crater, seen fully one hun
dred and fifty kertses out at sea, answers
the purpose of a beacon and guides home
to Luktrop the cossters-felZaneS YER
iches, or balanzes-that pillow the
troubled waters OF the Megalocrida
On the other side of the town are
heaped up ruins of the Crimmerian era;
while the suburb, of Moorish aspect,
like q casbah or Algerian fortress, with
its white walls, round roofs, and ter
races calcined by the sun, seems huge
pile of square stones thrown together
at hap p-hazard. The whole mass looks
like cluster OF dice, the dots Of which
have been worn away with age.
Among other peculiar structures may
be seen an odd-looking building called
the Six-Four from the number of its
windows, SIX in front and four behind.
A steeple rises above the town, the
square steeple of Saint Philflene,
with its bells visible through the open
stone-work, and when these are swung
as they are at times) by the violence of
the storm, it is accounted bad sign,
and the good people of the place are
filed with fear at the omen. Such is
Luktop, with few stray houses ON the
heath beyond, scattered amid the broom
and furze, as in Brittany. Luktrop,
however, is not in Brittany, Is it in
France?- ?-I can not say. In Europe?-
do not know,
At any rate il were useless to look for
the place on the map,
Tap, tspl A discreet rap Is heard at
che narrow door of the Six Four, on the
left-hand corner of MessagIiere Street.
A comfortable house this, if such word
il known at Luktrop, and one Of the
thriftiest Of the place, if to earn on an
average few thousand fretzers year
be sign of thrift. q
A ferocious yelp, something between
bark and howl, as from wolf, has
answered the rap, whereupon q win
dow above the door of the Six Feur Is
thrown open, and an angry voice balls
ont:
@To the devil with all intrudersp
A young girl, shivering in the rain,
with sorry cape thrown over hex
shoulders, inquiries il DR.. TrifuIgas is
Ak hoynA. -
aHe is or isn't all depends"
II come for my father, who is dying"
HAnd where is he dying?7
BY the Val-Ksrniou, Jour kertses
from here.
And what's his name r
aVort Kartif
HVort Kartif the cracknei -maker?"
1Yes; and If DR.. Trifulgas would
Doctor TrifuIgas isn't at homep
And the window is brutaIly closed in
the girls face, while the wind and the
rain outside mix their voices IN deafen-
ing din.
A hard man he, DR.. Trifulgas, with
but little feeling for a fellow -crea-
ture, and one who attends patient on
Az If well paid in advance for his gervi-
Sss. Els old dog, Auxzcf . cross be-
tween bull and spaniel would have
more heart than he. The door Of the
Six Four remains invariably closed to
the poor, and open only to the rich.
he has. moreover, his scale Of prices:
typhoid fever, so much; brain fever,
so much; so much for pericarditis,
and for IS many more diseases as doc
tors choose to invent by the dozen.
And Wort Kartif, the cracknel maker,
Is = i;s5s5T EsSIls, with with penniiess brood
Why, then, should Doctor Trifulgas
bedevil himself, and on such night
The rousing mo from my sleep, smut
ncu ne, as ne v s1i 10 & his bed again, @is
alone worth ten fretzersT Twenty
minutes had scarce gone BY than tho